will-power strengthening.... Feverishly now, he
struggled to get it finished in time, and all the while he was
conscious of the fact that the other was trying to pull it down.
. . .
A looker-on would have found intense interest in contrasting these
two, as they stood there-one fighting for the possession of a man's
mind, the other struggling to save it. .
The one had sold himself body and soul to the powers of Hell-the
other, a strong, clean-limbed young Englishman, had sworn to rid
humanity of such an unwholesome creature.
But it seemed fated from the start, that the forces of evil were
going to win.
"
Of course, I have you covered," was the thinly veiled threat. " But," the
soft tones of the repulsive voice went on, " we can talk quite
quietly, if you will listen to me."
"
What do you want, hound of hell! " cried Gerry, bursting out
at last.
"
Be quiet, you fool," growled the other. " Do you want
me to shoot you like a dog ? If anyone hears us, I can assure you
I will not hesitate." There was a snarl in the man's throat
as he said this, and Gerry felt he meant it, but he knew there
was nothing to gain by angering the brute. He could not help feeling
once more, that the voice was very familiar. He knew, of course
whose it was, and where he had heard it before-and he could recall
those occasions quite well -but this time a new chord altogether
had been struck. He seemed to be thinking of someone else ! He
knew those eyes too, as they flashed angrily behind the theatrical-looking
hood which masked them from more careful scrutiny-but nothing could
hide the glittering fire which seemed to penetrate his very brain.
He hastily reminded himself of the mental barrier he had raised
between the two of them, and looked away

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GERRY PASSES OUT
where is p align="justify" will-power strengthening.... Feverishly now, he
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at last.
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me to shoot you like a dog ? If anyone hears us, I can assure you
I will not hesitate." There was a snarl in what is man's throat
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